soul seeker

At noon, when Mucheng came home, he saw Xianmiao holding a bowl in one hand and holding chopsticks in the other, watching TV very intently.

Mucheng walked in while unbuttoning his coat, and when he passed the kitchen, he took a look in and found that the pot was on the stove and the fire was still on.

"What are you doing?" Mucheng walked over and sat down on the sofa, with his hands folded and waiting to see a joke, looking back and answering him delicately.

"Look at the magic! How did it change?"

"Oh, then is the bowl of raw egg liquid in your hand a drink to go with it?"

"Ah, ah? Oh that's right!" Xianmiao plunged into the kitchen and turned off the fire.

"How is it? Has the pot melted?" Mu Cheng came over and leaned against the door with one hand in his pocket.

"It's burning red."

"what are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to make fried eggs with green peppers, or something else, but you don't have anything in the refrigerator except beer and eggs, so I'm going to make fried eggs."

"That egg has been lying in the refrigerator for a long time, are you sure you want to eat it?"

"But I'm hungry." Xianmiao rubbed her stomach.

"Then go out and eat."

"But I want to write an outline, and the editor said that if I don't hand it over to him the day after tomorrow, I will be blocked."

"Then how much have you written since morning?" Mucheng went to the entrance and squatted down to open the shoe cabinet to change a pair of sneakers.

"Uh... a little half?" Xian Miao looked at the sky with a guilty conscience.

"Really?"

"A small half of a small half."

"So, if you stay at home, you can't figure it out anyway. Why don't you go out to change your mood? Besides, you can't do things well when you're hungry. Hurry up."

After dinner, on the way home.

"Are you still going to the company this afternoon?"

"Don't go."

"Then let's go to the movies. There's a movie," Xianmiao took out her phone and pulled out the movie poster. "I've always wanted to watch it, but it's kind of boring to be alone."

With that said, he raised his phone and gave Mucheng a look.

"Aren't you going to write an outline?"

Xian Miao was taken aback, "Uh... this movie is of the same type as the one I want to write, it can... add some inspiration."

"Oh, but I remember that "Xian Miao Da Da" didn't write romance novels? When did you write horror and suspense?"

"How do you know?" Xian Miao was a little surprised.

"I read your novel."

Hearing this, Xian Miao's face turned red.

"You can't do it, don't your friends read your novels?"

Xianmiao lowered her head and muttered, "Is this the first time your boyfriend looks good?" He suddenly raised his head and looked at Mucheng expectantly.

"I haven't finished it yet, I'll tell you when I finish it, but I look forward to what you're writing now."

"Why? You don't know what I write?"

"I know, I watched your interview."

"Why did you even read this!" Xianmiao became familiar with her ears, "Don't read it from now on!"

"Don't do this, kissing you while driving will cause a car accident." Mucheng said lightly, sneaking a glance at Xianmiao who was ashamed and jumped out of the door.

In the morning, before Mucheng woke up, Dou Yun called him to the hospital.

"What's the matter, so urgent."

Dou Yun stood without saying a word for a long time, and Mucheng got angry: "You're kidding me! You called me here so early in the morning and didn't speak! What happened to you? Your father forced you to divorce? Then you elope Ah, borrow money from me?"

Seeing Mucheng like this, he smiled in embarrassment, and handed the test sheet to Mucheng, "Although it's been a long time since you graduated, you should be able to understand this."

Mucheng took it over and looked at it roughly, and then he was a little confused: "Does it mean liver cancer? Me?"

"En." Dou Yun nodded seriously.

After receiving the answer, Mucheng looked through the list carefully again, and said to himself as he flipped through the list: "Impossible, impossible, I don't have any abnormal symptoms."